SPOV

Uncle Frank gave me the construction dictionary for Leah so that she'd be ready to come to work with us. He said he hadn't opened it in years and now with the Internet, he didn't think he'd need it again. He was cool like that.

I went to my mom's on the way home from work. She heated up another wacky casserole.

Leah was waiting for me when I got home. She had been reading an alpha pairs book.

"Why didn't you tell me you were home?" I asked, greeting her with a hug. "I wouldn't have gone to my mom's. Why are you home?"

"My manager, Debra, said I didn't have to serve out my two weeks. She said they could easily cover my shifts, that some of the other girls had been wanting more hours. She said I could go now and I didn't have to feel bad about leaving them in a lurch."

"So you didn't work at all today?" I asked. I could feel my eyebrows go up. We could still swing that financially, though, thanks to her big tips.

"I worked three hours. Then a replacement came in to cover my shift today. Debra's got all the rest of my shifts filled, too."

"Wow."

The next morning, after we both showered, I ambushed her. If she was going to the construction site with me, I needed her to smell like me.

While I was rubbing my jizz on her ass, she asked, "do you ever wonder if it is just the wolf in us that is driving our constant sexual desire for each other? Like, we fucked a lot before, but nothing like this. Why would this be a wolf thing, though?"

"Before, we didn't have the time or opportunity or stamina or need that we do now. I think the wolf drives a lot of the need, yes. I need you to smell like me. We both need to connect through sex. We both need that magic emotional mind meld meditation voodoo thing." I sighed. "And we both need to claim what is ours. So yes, some of it is the wolf. But with you, a lot of the time it feels like the first time all over again, you know? You still give me butterflies when you kiss me. I don't think that's the wolf at all."

"Oh, like when you kiss me, I feel it in my pussy."

I growled involuntarily, then kissed her fiercely. When I released her, she pointed to the crease between her mound and her abs. "It's like here, but on the inside."

"So cool." I said, rubbing my jizz on her neck and face again. "I'm going to pack your lunch in my cooler. We're doing framing today so after you get the intake paperwork done with Uncle Frank, you'll be my apprentice, but it won't take you long to learn everything. And I'll keep the dictionary in Paul's truck."

"And then I'll drive you home tonight?" She asked, rubbing her pussy juices in my pecs. "Can you lie down? I want to try something."

I lay flat on the hardwood floor. She sat on my abs, opening her pussy lips with her fingers. Then she rubbed herself up and down my chest. Then she did the same with my face! Fucking heaven. She went up and down my arms and legs like that.

When I got in Paul's truck shortly after, of course he had a wisecrack. "What did she do to you? That is potent."

"Thank you." I replied. "Open a window if you need to."

"No thank you. So are you going to tell me what the fuck she did?"

"No."

"Are you excited for her to meet Ashley?"

"Fuck, Paul, don't start shit. Ashley's not really coming today, is she? I thought we had Robert for this job." Ashley was one of the electricians, annoying as fuck. But we can't piss off electricians so I had to be polite.

"I thought Ashley switched with Robert." Paul said, shaking his head at an angle. "I think she'll be there today. You know, she still screams your name when I fuck her."

"You told me that a bunch of times. I don't know what you want me to say to that or why you keep talking about it. Or even why you keep fucking her if she does that. Have some self respect." Fuck. This is not how I wanted Leah's first day to go. This was a nightmare scenario: having that annoying snaggletooth blond following me around while I was training Leah.

"It always makes me think of Leah when she screams your name. And now I know how Leah sounds when she calls out your name… thanks to last week's pack meet."

"Shut the fuck up, Paul."

"Do you and Leah ever do anal?"

I looked out the passenger's side window. "Like I'd tell you."

"So that's a no, big guy," he clapped his hand on my shoulder. "Well I was on a date last night with one that only wanted anal. I swear it's better than doggie style. So tight. And a little naughty because it's kind of gay," Paul said as he parked.

"It's not gay if you're with a girl, Paul," I said as I reached for my door handle.

"Yeah, whatever. And you can reach around and play with their- where are you going Sam?"

"I don't want to hear about this," I said as I walked toward the job site.

"See if Leah will try it!" He called after me. "You'll really like it,"

"I'm plenty satisfied with what we do now." I said.

"I bet you are. She is so hot."

"Shut the fuck up, Paul."

LPOV

I pulled up to the construction site for the first time after I was done with my morning classes. I saw Sam being followed around by this petite blond girl. Sam was oblivious to her existence, except occasionally saying a few emotionless words. I'm guessing he was answering a direct question when he did that.

I got out of my car and it looked like sunshine was pouring from his face. His smile was wide, his eyes radiant. He saw me too.

He placed down his tools and jogged toward me, leaving the blond in the dust. He pulled me into an embrace and gave me a possessive kiss. "You're going to drive the guys wild in that get up." He said.

I looked down at my blue jeans and white t-shirt. "What the fuck are you talking about? And who's the blond?"

He groaned. "That's Ashley the electrician. She's annoying but we have to be nice to her because she's an electrician."

"Ok." I smiled and waved to Ashley. She was staring at us, not enraged or jealous, as I was expecting. She looked enchanted by us. I couldn't blame her there. "How old is she?"

"No clue. Ask Paul. He knows her better than I do."

I chuckled. Of course Paul had tapped that. "It looked like she was talking to you a lot."

"I've developed a skill where I can detect any work related questions and I can tune everything else out. It's useful with Paul, too."

I laughed hard at that. "Where's Uncle Frank?" I asked, trying to size up the whole situation.

Sam led me to Uncle Frank's makeshift office and I filled out some paperwork to start my employment. We decided that I'd be working eighteen hours a week, six hours a day Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. The pay would be close to what I made at the diner even with the good tips. That made me happy, like I wasn't letting Sam down with our finances.

Sam started showing me framing basics. We gathered some wood together when Ashley came over to us.

"Hi, I'm Ashley. I'm the electrician on site. I'm sure Sam has mentioned me."

"I'm Leah Uley, his wife. I hope he's mentioned me." I said, eyeing Sam.

"Paul has mentioned you a whole bunch, but Sam doesn't say much of anything unless it's about the job."

"He's a real professional like that." I said, squeezing his butt. I heard a cackle from behind me. Fucking Paul. "Hey, what kind of training do you have to do to be an electrician?" I asked.

"It's an apprenticeship, a few years, and some tests. Why? You interested?"

"A little, actually. Mostly curious about my options."

Ashley's face lit up. "I can get you some brochures. If you go through with it, I'd love to do the apprenticeship with you. I need that to level up my own skills, I mean, if you want to, of course." She was really excited.

"That'll be cool, Ashley. Thank you." I said. She skipped off and Sam and I got back to work.

It wasn't until we got into the car to go home that Sam asked me, "are you serious about being an electrician?"

"Yeah, why? I'm just curious about it. Is the pay no good or something?"

"No, the pay is better than ours, it's just…"

"Just what, baby?"

He started listing reasons on his fingers, which meant it was something he had put some thought into. "Well one, I thought you were going to be with me. And two, didn't you want to work at the schools next year? And three, I don't really want you hanging out with Ashley."

"Well one and two contradict each other, don't they? You want me to work with you and you want me to work at the school. So that leaves number three, you don't want me to be with Ashley. So why not? What do you have to hide?" I knew he would never cheat on me, but I could tell there was something he wasn't telling me. I could feel it, like some slight barrier between us that was only brought to light now that I met this chick.

"Ugh." He groaned. "She freaks me out. She follows me around and Paul says-" he stopped abruptly.

"Paul says what, baby? That was not a complete sentence."

He groaned again. "I hate this. Maybe Paul is just saying this to piss me off but he says that she screams my name when they fuck."

I slammed on the breaks. Thankfully no one was behind me. Then I pulled over. I was seeing red.

"Baby, are you ok?" He asked.

"Fuck no! How dare she? That's so violating! She wants what is mine! How dare she?"

We were holding hands, as always. He reached up with his other hand and brushed my cheek.

"Baby, this is how I feel all the time with Paul."

"How do you not smash his face in?"

"I do! At least once a week. He keeps spare t-shirts in his truck because of the blood. But you can't do that with Ashley. You have to be nice because good electricians are hard to come by and she could file a police report and she doesn't heal like Paul."

"Yeah, I'm not going to hit her… probably." Just then, Paul pulled up behind us. "Can you drive us home?" I asked Sam.

Sam turned around to see Paul walking toward our car.

"Let's swap before he gets here. Maybe we can drive away."

We both got out and ran around the car and jumped back in but Sam couldn't shut his door. Paul's foot was in it.

"What do you want, Paul?" Sam asked.

"Just wanted to make sure everything was ok. Is Leah not feeling well?"

"Leah's fine. Please move your foot."

"Yeah, sure." Paul stepped back.

"Thank you for your concern." Sam said with amazing composure. Then he shut the door and drove off.

SPOV

Now Leah was upset about Ashley. This was not what I wanted.

"Shit." I said suddenly, still driving home. "My mom is expecting me for dinner."

"Oh, we should go." Leah says without a moment's hesitation.

"We don't have to, Lee-lee. She's just putting one of those casseroles in the oven."

"No, we'll go. We'll just need to find a place to fuck before we eat."

I smiled, grateful that she was the one to say it. "We could run to the moss carpet, say we want to take a walk before dinner."

"Yes! We could just run home, too, but we might forget to go back, and the moss carpet is so romantic."

"I'm glad you think so." I pulled into my mom's and we both went in.

"Leah!" My mom gave Leah a hug. My mom greeted me with a squeeze on the arm.

"Ma, Leah started working for Uncle Frank today. It's been kind of a crazy day, so I wanted to take her for a walk."

"Ok, it'll be about 25 minutes until supper is ready." It smelled like pickles and Taco seasoning. Leah was trying not to show disgust on her face.

"C'mon, babe." I walked her to the back yard, but lifted her when we got to the tree line. We made out as I ran.

We took turns dominating. She needed to claim me as much as I did her. It was feral and aggressive and obscene. We were fucking in the forest so….

My mom had set the table for three when we entered the house. The casserole was cooling on the table.

"You don't have to eat it baby, my mom doesn't, but at least try it."

"I'll eat it," Leah said, bravely.

"You are a true warrior," I said, smiling at her.

The casserole wasn't bad. I wouldn't be asking for the recipe though. My mom ate another frozen dinner.

"Ma, you can't live off of Lean Cuisines," I warned her. "There aren't enough calories."

"Don't worry, I also have cookies when I watch my programs."

"What are you watching tonight?" Leah asked.

"Jeopardy. Then whatever else is on."

"Fun," Leah said with enthusiasm. She was so good with my mom.

"Why don't we ever watch jeopardy?" I whispered to her, teasingly.

"Sometimes we get distracted. We can if you want to, Sam."

I shook my head.

My mom said, "Leah, now that you've quit the diner, I don't expect Sam to come by so much. But maybe the two of you could still come once a week?" Mom was afraid I wouldn't visit anymore. I was touched by how much she cared for Leah, too.

"Of course, Allison," Leah said. "And once we get through those casseroles, we'll cook for you."

"That's sweet, but I don't mind cooking."

"No ma, we insist," I said firmly. "You can buy ingredients so you feel like the host. That's fine. But Leah and I are pretty good in the kitchen. We're a great team. So we'd rather cook for you."

"Of course that's fine with me. You know it's always better if I don't do too much in the kitchen. I don't know where you get it from, Sam."

"Respectfully, I think he got it from you, Allison. I have a bunch of friends that have single moms like Sam. A lot of kids will step up to make life easier for their moms, taking time to learn the skills that their parents aren't the best at. I think that's how Sam became so good at some of the more domestic duties. He learned it because he wanted to care for you."

My mom was grinning. "So I failed successfully? That sounds just like me. Well, I'm glad for how you turned out, both of you."

"Thanks, ma," I said, thankful that she wasn't offended by what Leah said. Of course Leah was right but my mom could get touchy about some of that parenting stuff.

We polished off the whole casserole and cleaned the house after.

Back at home, I prepped our lunches for the next day. Leah had some homework to do. Afterwards, I went back to the book on the alpha pair that I started last night. That's how we spent most of the weekend: reading, fucking and patrolling at our designated time. Married life was amazing, but we didn't remember to turn on Jeopardy.